The heart is beating [Fifth Personality]

What will be the limit of human beings?

I don't know the answer to this question.

I just feel like I'm out of breath, and every step I take now is pushing the limit for me.

The cold air was poured into the mouth, and when it was spit out, it turned into a red-hot knife, cutting the soft flesh on the throat one by one.

The entire chest and lungs were burning like they were about to explode.

I couldn't run, and the pain in my body made me want to give up with every step I took.

I really want to just fall to the ground and wait to die, but I can't stop, once I'm caught...

absolute!cannot!caught!

The movement of the philanthropist was really fast. I was the first to react and start running. After he realized it, he ran in front of me in three or two steps and opened the distance.

And the injured lawyer was behind me.

I heard him running harder than me, hanging on his breath and lingering.

There is no way, his current physical condition is the worst among the three of us, no wonder the philanthropist said such things before.

At times like this, lawyers are indeed a drag.

...but what's the use of thinking so much now!

I looked at the back of the philanthropist in front of me, and saw the distance between me and him getting farther and farther, and I felt panic.

The scissorhands were right behind us, and I could feel his eyes on me, but I didn't dare to look back.

I don't want to accept that even though I'm running as hard as I can, I can't change the fact that I'm gradually slowing down.

I looked at the philanthropist who was running ahead, gritted my teeth, and tried to speed up my speed with a force I didn't know came from.

I feel like I'm getting better, but in fact nothing has changed, just in vain.

This is a life-consuming race, the track here has no end, and the race has no end time.

I feel more and more hopeless...

Just as I was running hard, I saw the philanthropist who was running ahead suddenly change direction.

He turned around and ran towards me with a clear goal.

Neither of us is slow, but I'm not as strong as he is.

The collision between the two of us was like two carriages colliding.But apparently he was the head of the steam engine, and I was just an ordinary carriage.

It's obvious who is worse.

Everything happened too fast, and the sudden collision knocked me to the ground while I was still running. I felt like a fragile vase was smashed to the ground.

Under the action of inertia, the exposed arms and legs rubbed against the hard and rough ground, causing burning pain.

I moved, and I tried to get up, but my body was so heavy and painful that I couldn't stop calling.

It would not be a big deal if I fell down to this extent in normal times, but my current body is already in a state of overload. I was knocked to the ground by a philanthropist like this. The original exhaustion and the new severe pain are like a volcanic eruption. bury me.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get up from the ground, let alone get up and run.

And the philanthropist just staggered a little after knocking me down and steadied himself.

I lay on the ground and looked at his smug and gloomy face, I couldn't believe it.

What is he doing! ?

Soon, he told me the answer.

Just when he was standing still, I heard him speak very fast: "Don't blame me, who told you not to cooperate with me, I can't just lose the map like this!"

After he finished speaking, he ran back, and I saw him grab the lawyer who was running behind me, dragging the lawyer like a sack, and ran away in another direction regardless.

I turned over with difficulty and let myself lie flat, the rough ground rubbed against the wound again.

It really hurts.

Behind me was the wet and cold floor. I lay down without struggling, just waiting for the scissorhands to chase me and find me.

There is no chance, even if I stand up now, I can't run away.

Powerless, really powerless.

If I knew this was the ending from the beginning, I would definitely not choose to resist or escape.

Looking at the dark clouds in the dark night sky in despair, I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time.

A long time ago, I heard a cruel survival story about nature.

When the herd of antelopes is being chased by cheetahs, especially when they have not caught up with a prey, the head sheep running at the front will turn around and kill a few antelopes running at the back of the team, and let the predators go. Bite and eat these discarded children, so as to keep the safety of the entire antelope herd.

I always thought that stories were just stories, but I didn't expect that today, I would become such an abandoned child.

The philanthropist is right. Compared with the map on the lawyer, I am indeed not important at all.

……

The man's speed was indeed very fast. In less than a minute, he was standing beside me, and his tall black top hat easily blocked my sight.

I turned my eyes sideways and looked at the pale mask on his face indifferently. He also looked down at me lying on the ground, not knowing what expression he had.

When a person is disheartened and decides to give up, I think that must be the time when this person can accept death and fear most peacefully.

I moved my fingers, and through the fabric of the skirt, I checked that the scalpel in the lower pocket was still there...

If I can't get others to stop giving me pain, then at least I can end it myself.

I looked at the only left eye exposed under the mask, quietly waiting for the next fate.

His eyes wandered over me, looked me from head to toe, then turned his head to stare at the direction where the philanthropist and the lawyer ran away, and slowly raised his right hand with the palm upward, as if calling for something.

Soon, a black crow flew out from nowhere, flapped its wings and landed obediently on the palm of the man's right hand.

I saw him tilt his head, and whispered to the crow in a whisper, "Go—find him, follow him!"

As soon as the words fell, the black crow seemed to be enchanted, and flew away in one direction with a clear goal.

The author has something to say: According to the author’s incomplete statistics, as of May [-], [-] at [-]:[-] pm, it seems that philanthropists have the most votes, followed by Miss Gardener, and several candidates for doctors.

Okay, so many of you are guessing philanthropists, so I'll let philanthropists come out and be a bad guy.

Look, how much I spoil you~~~

Each send a small fafa(￣▽￣)～*

But speaking of which, what did Miss Gardener do? She didn't show her face at all in these two chapters?

And Guess Miss Doctor’s little cutie, how big a play I made up my mind, curious ing

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